Void

i wonder

if you do
not mean

to touch 
and hold 

like it is

just
something
to do with
your hands.

grab anyone
near by

like, life raft;

gasping for
attention.

the current
pool
r  i  s  i  n  g
UP

to the
bottom of
your chin;

Lift on
tiptoes

STRAINING
to stay
above 

surface.

But,

what
are
you drowning
IN
[sense-deprive
produced
overdrive?]

time feels
more
vaccumous
then death

There

in the
seconds
before
suffocation.

like
anticipation

could kill
you
first.

“I want to
touch you,”

she did
not say

So he
did not
hear.

Detonate

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I am bird, these are my words.

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